Guilty

I open my eyes
to a world left unseized
What a magnificent mess
Cassette tapes unraveled
Priceless pictures hanging askew
Like a scene from a burglary
Books lie open on the floor
titled Opportunity
So much is lost
I try to fight it unsuccessfully
A line up
Suspects from the crime scene
I recognize the culprit
the one who shattered Potential
Shocked faces
I look down,
My finger is pointing at me.





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